Medieval depiction of the plagueA Poem by an Emergency Physician and Other CCP Virus (COVID-19) Poetry The Society April 11, 2020 Beauty, Coronavirus, Culture, Humor, Poetry 19 Comments Dulcius Ex Asperis by Andrew Ross Invisible and terrible A virus stalks the land. It floats across the atmosphere And moves from man to man. A tickle in the throat perhaps, A muted sneeze to start. A dying gasp, The poisoned asp, It still remains as we depart. A pestilence like those we see In dusty books of history, And like a speck of dust it floats Within the air, in search of hosts. How can it be in modern times That we cannot ameliorate With modern meds In modern beds The agonies of ancient Fate. And fear, another ancient foe, Has settled in our hearts. Slaying reason, dimming thought, Laying waste to mind and art. Thick in the air, miasmic fear, It’s heavy and it’s hot. To breathe in deep, To live; to sleep, It’s hard when plague’s in every thought. We quarantine ourselves at home. The city streets are still. A loneliness pervades the land, A pall over the hills. For how can men, such social souls, Not keenly feel the loss Of firm handshakes, The gives; the takes Life’s civic joys and public costs. And yet, as we retire home We find ourselves again. Wife, mother, father, son and our Beginning and our end. A quiet world that’s lacking the Loud city’s hue and cry. A time to think, Recharge the links That make our lives worthwhile. This too shall pass, this fearful plague That lives in air and hides in cloud. This too shall pass, this pestilence, This madness of the crowd. And when Spring’s sunlight shines again With luck we’ll then recall. The love that binds, The cherished time That’s given to us all. A gratitude for what we have, Our families and our homes A thankfulness for everything Remembered, once alone. Soon, soon, I hope we shall begin Renewal and repair Of time and grace Of a grateful place The silver lining of despair. Andrew Ross is an emergency physician and author of The Sweet and Bitter Taste of Moonshine and The Meteorite (both novels). CCP Virus (Covid-19) Advice in the Style of The Greats by Susan Jarvis Bryant Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your cool, not go bananas, When your last roll is down to just one sheet; If you don’t lounge all day in your pyjamas And keep the house respectable and neat; If you can shun all thoughts of wine and whisky Until the sun is setting in the sky; Stay trim, alert and pert and fit and frisky— Then you have far more stamina than I. Edgar Allan Poe Snub the sweet and all things dairy, keep your weight light as a fairy, Never eat more than you need and don’t exceed consumption’s law, If you’re nodding, nearly napping, and you hear the fridge door flapping, As temptation’s gently rapping, rapping at your old fridge door. ‘Tis some beaming, scheming demon, tapping at your old fridge door— Munch on kale and nothing more. Emily Dickinson Because they could not stop Wu-Flu It blithely stopped for me— Confinement wounds the boldest soul— Oh, when will I be free. Boredom bites behind the door— That smites my liberty— My labor and my pleasure too— Are under lock and key. John Masefield I must go down to the store again to score a toilet roll, And all I ask is the shelves are filled with a gift that makes me whole; And it’s soft and strong; a siren’s song to a bottom’s painful yearning— A derrière in need of care leaves fevered buttocks burning. William Wordsworth I wandered once, a jocund cloud That floats on high o’er coastal plains. Now I avoid the roving crowd To stop the spread of aches and pains. Although pissed off (I’m shut away) My quarantine may save the day. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. 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Reply Mike Bryant April 11, 2020 Equal? Reply Joseph S. Salemi April 11, 2020 At least. Susan Jarvis Bryant April 11, 2020 I thoroughly appreciate your fine eye and I’m thrilled you enjoyed my take on the Greats… ‘equal’ is a huge compliment, but hey, I’ve gotta stick with hubby – ‘superior’ would’ve been better Reply Mike Bryant April 11, 2020 That’s what I’m sayin’… Susan Jarvis Bryant April 11, 2020 Mr. Salemi – I hope you know my comment comes with a wink 😉 I do know my place in the literary hierarchy:) Rod April 11, 2020 Amazing skill Susan and quite hilarious! I just read them out loud to my wife and we started Easter Sunday with great mirth -thank you! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant April 11, 2020 I’m thrilled to have made a very strange Easter better. I’m glad you and your wife enjoyed my quirky humor and I wish you both a blessed Easter. Reply Mike Bryant April 11, 2020 I’m sure the greats are smiling… Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant April 11, 2020 They are, biggest fan! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant April 11, 2020 Andrew, it’s great to share a page with you. I too hope for a silver lining amid this despair. Reply Mike Bryant April 11, 2020 Andrew, I did enjoy you’re amazing poem and must also say that I appreciate your selflessness in this really crazy time… I hope you’re in Texas… ): Reply Andrew April 11, 2020 Thank you Mike! It’s been a very strange Spring but it definitely lends itself to poetry and to thinking about higher things. I’m in Savannah, GA and we are hanging in there. Hope you are well in Texas! Mike Bryant April 11, 2020 Andrew… https://www.msn.com/en-au/news/world/texas-governor-vows-to-issue-an-executive-order-to-end-states-lockdown-and-help-residents-get-back-into-the-workforce/ar-BB12us2l I hope Georgia follows soon… Andrew April 11, 2020 Thank you Susan. It is a pleasure to share this page with you as well! I really enjoyed your poems-especially Dickinson and Kipling! Reply James Tweedie April 11, 2020 Andrew, I was touched by the pathos, passion, and compassion that resonated in your poem. I was glad that you found a way to end it on a hopeful note. The phrase, “The silver lining of despair” is a thought worth holding tightly during these days of retrenchment and the reassessment of our priorities. A blessed Easter to all. Reply Andrew April 13, 2020 Thank you James for such kind words. I hope you were able to enjoy a wonderful Easter as well. Reply Jan Darling April 11, 2020 There cannot be another site that offers both erudition and entertainment in such measure. Thank you Andrew and Susan. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant April 11, 2020 You are most welcome, Jan. You’re right about the site – it’s a privilege and a pleasure to be part of it. Here’s wishing you a lovely Easter. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. 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